I had a snow day from work today; after an appointment the roads were so bad I could not get to the office. Or get home, in fact; I also could not make it up the mountain to my house because of the snow. I holed up in the village of Richmond and visited some old, small town friends that I've known forever. Not being recognized in my own hometown is a strange feeling, but it happens more often than not now. Such is life, always moving forward.

Found on an excursion I took a couple of weeks ago, Lake Champlain, Vermont.